Hey there, friends.
I returned from my mission trip to Jamaica a couple days ago, and wow, was it amazing. And heartbreaking. And right back around to amazing again.
I held hands and spoke and danced with the elderly and sick at an infirmary. I had a great time hanging out with the kids at a deaf boarding school. I held orphans and foster kids at the children’s home and told them they were beautiful and loved. I shoveled concrete and lugged around buckets of rocks at our construction site.
I had a breakdown at the children’s home while holding a little boy named Roger. I’d held him the year before and wished I could adopt him them. I still wish I could adopt him now. But I can’t.
I can’t say that I’m ready now to jump back in to my over-privileged, over-busy life. I’m not ready to face my pile of emails or my suitcase full of dirty clothes or even the miles of catching-up I could say that I have to do for NaNoWriMo.
But who is ever ready?
Time moves on, and we do what we can. We press on. Even if a part of our heart is stuck at a children’s home in Jamaica, or with a struggling friend or family member, or even trapped in a daydream of what could have been.
Move on with me, and move in to something great. Let’s get to writing.